Keith and Matt: Country Boy
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The fox wagged his tail and leaned up a tree again, exposing his butt. "C'mon, Keith do it again..."
The cat smiled and stroked his penis, covered with his own semen, to make it hard one more time. He stepped closer to the vulpine butt and penetrated the stretched tail hole again, getting a very pleased moan from the other boy. The fox's back arched under the pleasing thrusts of his lover, every singly one hitting his insides hard, tightly rubbing over his sensitive area, stimulating the prostate, forcing him to express the sensation loudly.
The cat groaned as well, in hot passion, pleasure gained from the direct stimulations of his sensitive penis, making him thrust harder, longing for more sensations, more pleasure, more groans from his vulpine boyfriend.
The fox's claws reached up the tree, yearning for the release, the release that only could be gained with more thrusts, more stimulations, by arriving at the climax he was approaching fast. More pushes into his rear pressed the fox up and against the tree, more loud expressions of his emotions left his muzzle, growing louder as he approached the climax from the sensations.
The cat thrust one more time and felt the fox arching his back and letting out a loud grunt, shooting his load against the tree's wood. The cat continued thrusting for some more seconds, until he pulled a face, clenched his eyes and groaned out loud as he came into the fox's rear.
The tomcat hugged his boyfriend from behind and slowly retreated out of the vulpine body. The fox turned and kissed his lover, before slipping down the tree. Sitting on the roots, he quickly cleaned his boyfriend's male part. "Thank you..." he whispered.
Panting the tomcat sat down and leaned on the tree as well. He gave his love a quick kiss on the cheek. "But you build the tent..."
The next morning, Matt opened his eyes, directly looking at his beloved cat. He was sleeping peacefully, curled up to a furry ball, just cute. So very cute. Matt didn't want to destroy that picture, plus he had to pee, so he left the tent very quietly.
It had rained the night before. The white stains on the tree had gotten washed away. Matt smiled to himself and started to empty his bladder.
Two years. Didn't sound a lot afterwards, but it was. A lot of time. Especially for two young boys having nobody but each other. The first three months had been an escape, and then it became just their lives. Destined to live like this. About five months ago they had returned to the place where they met, and they had to realise that escape wasn't necessary any more. People had forgotten. Completely. An old story, a short flash in the news. But at least nobody had found the treasure in all that time.
It hadn't been all that easy to reach the safe, down there on the precipice. Some plants had tried to make it part of the scenery. The next problem had been to open it, but only because the lock was rusted. Nobody had seen them. They had been surprised to see Don Gee's house restless destructed. Not that they'd mind, not at all.
Of course, half a million quid was a but too much for carrying it around. But ten thousand was not. And they were able to live off that quite well up until now. And there was still lots left, so the main problem they had always had, the money, was now solved once and for all. Never again sucking off smelly fat guys in their cars, never again getting way too rude males' not lubricated cocks into the rear. They'd had to do that entire prostitution shit again during that time.
Now they were wandering, rather aimlessly. They had a map, but only for orientation. If they needed something, they just got it, and apart from food and simple things of life they only needed each other.
Speaking of food, it was time to prepare breakfast. Keith loved some sandwiches right after waking up, and Matt loved to feed them to his boyfriend. Silently he sneaked back into the tent and zipped the entrances. He smiled as he found his boyfriend rolled on his back, exposing all his male parts. Matt stared down at his boyfriend's prominent maleness and wondered. Then he just shrugged and crouched closer.
Carefully he wrapped his paw around the feline penis and started to rub, feeling blood rushing into the male meat immediately. Matt looked up to Keith' face, but the tomcat seemed to stay asleep. So the fox licked his lips and continued the gentle rubs, until the cock was completely erect and throbbed before his muzzle. He nuzzled the glans shortly before sticking out his tongue and licking the sensitive flesh. Keith didn't respond, so he took the cock's head into his mouth.
He moved his head up and down a bit while rubbing with his paw and sucking the shaft. Now his boyfriend responded with a small groan, but the cat didn't open his eyes yet. So Matt worked on, professionally. He loved having his boyfriend's penis in his mouth, and he loved it to take the long shaft completely. And so he did now, making sure he was wrapping the sensitive meat tightly with lips and tongue. Keith groaned, and even if he was awake by now, he wasn't going to stop his lover at all.
Matt continued that some times, trying to fasten and intensifying the movements every time, getting rewarded by louder moans of pleasure from the tomcat. After some minutes of this action Matt felt his boyfriend's hips rising up, he heard a loud grunt from the feline muzzle, and creamy semen filled the fox's muzzle.
Matt swallowed and crawled up the panting body. Keith was awake, looking and smiling.
"So, what do you want for brekkie?" Matt asked.
After a short breakfast Keith was sitting in the tent, legs folded, sipping a cup of milk, stroking his boyfriend's head with the free paw. Matt was lying partly on Keith' lap.
"Do we need to move today?" Matt asked.
"Well..." Keith began. "We need to gather new supplies."
"Nah..."
"Yes. Milk's almost empty, no bread any more, and I feel like meat somehow."
"About the milk... I got enough for you."
Keith chuckled shortly. "No doubt... Plus there's almost no oil left. And you know we need it."
Matt sighed. "Okay... What do you have in mind?"
"Map says there's a small town not far away."
"Okay..."
After dressing and packing all their things, including the tent, into their two huge backpacks, they moved on through the woods. It was a forest, but not a very big one. It just could hid them and their tent for one night, as camping out here was actually illegal. Sometimes they also went to the camping spots, even if they had to pay for it, at least there were showers. But not enough privacy. And until now, they'd only gotten caught once and that hadn't been all too bad.
Keith checked with the map several times. Out here in the country it was more difficult to orientate, unlike the cities Keith and Matt used to live in. In a town you just need to look at the name of the street and you knew where you were. In the country, especially away from the usual wandering routes, one must check the environment pretty thoroughly to know where one is. That's why Keith had also bought a cheap compass.
After two hours of rather silent walking they arrived at the end of the forest areas. On the peak of a hill, they could look over the land before them. There was a road, and Keith recognised it on the map, they climbed down the green hill and followed the road closely.
"A nice land."
"Not much different than that village in the south... what was its name..."
"But there's no disturbing smell of sheep in the air."
"True, true."
No car on the street. Not a very popular region. Oh, wait... One just passed by, fox and cat were looking after it. "Must be a boring place."
"Let's hope they at least got a groceries shop."
"Yeah..."
As they went on, soon houses came in sight. Not the farm houses they had seen left and right the alley, it was a bunch of houses at the same place. And a church tower told them it was a village. So they took the side road to those buildings. They didn't walk very fast, as they weren't in a hurry at all. And buildings weren't known for moving away within some minutes.
So they needed about one more hour to the village. And a nice village was it indeed. Modern. As if built completely new sometime in the last fifty years. Only the centre seemed somehow old, the church was at least medieval, the town hall, and some other buildings there.
The church was right next to the town hall, on a hill. There had been tries to make it also look modern, but there was too much of a contrast to the houses right behind it, up another, higher hill. The main street was snaking its way between the smaller hills, and on both sides of it were houses, two metres from the kerb.
"Look, they got a groceries shop."
"Rather looks like an everything shop to me."
"Well, fifty miles to the next bigger town, they need it here."
"Do you think they also sell sandwiches?"
"Why don't we just look?"
Kyle sorted the pet food and sighed. His work was actually only sorting everything again and again. It was just boring. All day in, day out, the same stuff, the same customers, everything was just the same. The most fun of the last week had been catching a mouse. He'd let it go afterwards, just far away from the shop. It'll come back soon anyway.
He was sixteen now. And in two years, just two more years, he can get away from this dull place. Nobody would have the right to tell him what to do any more, he will just go to his bigger brother into the city, and live free. This tiny village was just dull and boring, nothing ever happened here. Either small kids or old folks lived here, nobody his age, especially nobody to meet and stuff... Just nothing.
And in the holidays he had to help his mother in the shop. Help was the wrong word here, it was more that he was running the shop almost all alone, and his mother was taking the holiday. In her eyes, no young boy should have too much free time. Free time leads to loitering, and in the old otter's eyes loitering was just the entrance to thieving and raping, just like sipping on father's beer immediately leads to become a homeless junkie.
So Kyle was here and sorted the stuff, just to keep him busy. Once in a while a customer would drop in, wait for him to pack the usual stuff while roaming through the shop for unusual stuff. It was all just stuff. Stuff here, stuff there, a stupid apron...
His eyes perked. Customer. It was... one in the afternoon... Probably Misses Jenkins. The old lady came here once a day about the same time. She never actually bought anything, she just came here to talk. And Kyle was nice enough to listen.
No, that wasn't the old squirrel. It was a fox and a tomcat. And they were about his age! Kyle quickly went behind the counter. And... both were cute...
"Look! A country boy!"
"Be nice, Matt," Keith said and went to the said boy. "Hi. No offence."
"Nah..." the otter boy said. "Are you tourists?"
"Kinda. Although... no, actually not."
"Uhh... well, anyway, how can I help you?"
Keith leaned forward. "Just the usual stuff. Bread, some meat, milk... why are you blushing?" the cat asked just one inch from the otter's muzzle.
Kyle jerked back. "What?"
Keith decided not to mention that the otter was blushing even deeper now and just sighed. "Do you sell takeaway foods?"
"Uh... I can fix you guys a sandwich," Kyle said.
"You can," Matt said and looked up from the crisps. "How nice of you..."
"No problem..." Anything to keep these boys longer around... Kyle turned around and grabbed some bread. "Tuna for you?" he asked.
Keith made a small pause, just to make sure even if he was a cat his preference for fish products didn't have any stereotypical origin. "Yes."
"I want peanut butter!" Matt shouted through the shop, loaded with all kind of junk food. He was just in front of the fridge for ice cream, which made him drop everything. "Chocolate!"
"You must apologise my boyfriend, it's been quite a time since the last town."
The otters senses tingled at the word 'boyfriend'. "That's okay..." Was this word good or bad? Well, it meant they were gay, but also they were already a couple. He sliced the bread. "Are you gonna stay longer around?"
"Not quite sure... Only one bucket, Matt, we don't have a mobile fridge."
"We won't need one!"
"Keep it low..."
"Okay..."
"Say... umm... what was your name?"
"Kyle. I'm Kyle Cunningham."
"Cunning, eh?"
"Yes, what I need, another joke..."
"Jeez... More tuna cream, please..."
"Okay..."
"Say, Kyle... do you know a place nearby where we can shower and wash our clothes? It's really been a while, and my fur is just terrible, let alone the fox..."
Kyle finished the sandwiches and thought quickly. Mum and Dad weren't home. His little sister was with a friend, ten miles away. None of them was likely to come back before the next week. A very nice idea grew in his mind. He put the sandwiched onto the counter for the dramatic effect. "Be my guests," he said, and somehow hoped he won't regret it. Then he rubbed the back of his head. "Well... in four hours... I gotta keep the shop running, you know..."
"No problem, otter boy. It's nice of you, really." Keith took his sandwich. "Mind if we wander around until then?" He rummaged his pockets until he found a crumpled twenty. "Can we leave our bags here?"
Kyle quickly took the valuable bill. "Of course," he smiled broadly. "No problem."
Keith and Matt climbed up a higher hill, to have a look over the small town. Somewhere there hopeful furres had placed some seats made of wood, so that passing tourists can sit down and enjoy the landscape, if there'd have been much landscape to see.
"What do you think?" Keith asked.
"Pretty boring around here."
"I meant that otter boy."
"He can make sandwiches."
"Don't be like this."
"It's true. You need a lot of skills to put a load of peanut butter onto bread."
"I'd say he's into me."
That made the fox listening. "How can you tell?"
"I just asked and he invited us in his home. Come on, who invites some complete strangers just right away?" Keith bit into the sandwich and noticed that there was a limit of tuna cream to put onto bread. "Plus he was blushing almost all the time."
"I think I get what you mean..."
"He was sweet, yes. But..."
"Are you jealous?"
"Keith..."
Keith leaned over and kissed his boyfriend on the cheek. "Don't you worry. You're the only fox in my life."
Matt ate up the last bit of his meal. Somehow the last words weren't as soothing as the fox wanted them to be. "You'd never do anything to make me sad...?"
"Never, foxy boy. Never. You know that."
"Yes... yes..." Matt looked over the village again, opened the bottle of coke and sipped shortly.
Keith thought for a moment. "Do you know what we could do the next four hours...?"
Matt smiled. "Well, I'd have an idea..." The fox moved closer to his boyfriend.
Making out the couple moved between the trees, out of direct sight, Matt pushed his boyfriend against a tree, kissing the feline nose. There was one way to convince he was better than just a cute country boy, even if he hadn't showered for a while and didn't own a shop. He kissed the feline lips intensively while his paws looked out for the tomcat's pants, where they opened all the buttons.
The fox squatted down and took the pants with him, his face now right in front of the tomcat's maleness, and nuzzled the feline cock tenderly. With one paw he stroked over his boyfriend's male part, he licked the scrotum and made the blood rush into the feline penis, until it was completely erect and ready for more pleasing caresses.
A soft vulpine tongue ran up the full length of Keith' shaft and licked over the cock's head several times, making the tomcat quietly moan in anticipation. After some caresses Matt moved his head down and took the entire shaft up his muzzle, embracing tightly. He moved up again, licked the glans shortly and tasted the pre-cum greedily.
Forcing more moans of passion, the fox went on with the movements, feeling his boyfriend ruffling his head fur. He pleased faster, stimulating with paws and muzzle, as intensive as he could. Finally he felt the cat's body stiffen and tremble short, and after a loud grunt a big load of semen hit the fox's throat.
Matt licked the rest of the white cream from his lips, stood up and kissed his panting boyfriend.